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WHIPPING

Here is your opportunity to crawl inside my private chambers where I indulge
my personal fetishes and use slave-bois for my amusement. I don’t use scripts
or paid models. The slaves in my videos actually belong to me and the scenes
are actually activities that I enjoy in my personal life.

I must have stowed it away in the cage before I left for the day, or perhaps the night before — I don’t really remember. However, I do remember giving it specific instructions to lick my ash off the floor, but there was still was ash on my floor! It must be doing these things on purpose as I’m sure it’s beginning to crave the pain I give it. Those little games don’t work with me. Such silly little brains men have. Bending it over the cage and working out my cat-o-nine tails on its flesh is really just the beginning and mostly for my enjoyment. Perhaps a week cramped up in those small steel bars will make it reflect on doing a good job with my floors from now on!

A Lady’s property should always be marked as such. I think single tail whip welts are the best method for imprinting my ownership of human chattel. Sure the bright red stripes fade away in a few days, but that just means they need to be re-marked and that’s the part I enjoy the most. It’s also much better for stamping my total control on their little brains. With constant reinforcement the physical markings become a permanent mental emblem of my complete ownership of them.

I always find it so amusing how easy it is to make a grown man whimper like a little scolded puppy. The click of my boot heels, the raking of my nails down its exposed flesh, my single tail whip flying through the air and cracking oh so close to it’s quivering mass. That last one does it every time. The slave knows what’s coming next, of course. I will further amuse myself by making it endure a sound whipping until I’m satisfied with the red welts left behind. It’s back and ass are mine to abuse. When I’m finished, I might even allow it to kiss my boots and thank me for its punishment, or I might not.

The way it yelps and cries out from within its leather hood I bet that super thin tip cracking against its bare flesh must really hurt! But I like it when it really hurts! What’s the use of whipping my toys otherwise? Yet it still begs me for more of the whip upon my command. Good bois learn to do what they’re told whether or not they like it. Suffering for my amusement should be the only reward a well trained slave needs really. At least this bitch lasted long enough for my whip to draw a little from its back flesh. For that it gets to thank me by kissing my gorgeous leopard heels.

I felt like relaxing with a little target practice so I wrapped my little fleshy slut to the cross for the evening. I can’t have my bullseye squirming about all over the place ruining my concentration. A thick balled anal hook shoved deep inside its hole and rope tethered to its collar made for nice decoration. Each time my thin single tail whip stung its exposed ass the hook would jerk its innards serving as a reminder of its owned status. Eventually I was pleased with the crimson criss-cross artwork my whip left behind, but next time it’ll be much more severe. Just because I want it to be so!

I know it hurts, bitch… it’s supposed to! If it didn’t hurt so much I wouldn’t get any pleasure. And it is all about my pleasure, right? This slut is making some progress in its training. It’s easy to beat on a true masochist, not that I don’t enjoy that as well, but turning a slut that loathes pain into a total pain slut is so much more enjoyable. I intend to work on this one until it squirms at my boot heels begging me to cane, whip, paddle and crop its flesh raw. It could take a while and require long sessions of pure pain, but getting there is half the fun. At least it make me smile when it suffers.

This slut should have paid more attention to what it was supposed to be doing instead of gawking at my super shiny pantyhose and extra tall platform high heels. It probably wouldn’t have fucked up and might have avoided the end of my leather braided cat-o-nine tails. This one dislikes pain so a sound whipping is truly punishment, not to mention very amusing for me. Like a sack of helpless flesh it just rides my bondage horse uncomfortably while I turn it’s ass red. I didn’t neglect “my” balls either. I pulled that little sack out from where it was hiding and turned that red too. The worst punishment of all, however, was not allowing it to kiss my gorgeous heels. It just got to kiss my whip!

Such a lucky little slut being allowed to buy a beautiful new hand crafted single tail snake whip for me! I swear I spoil my bitch-bois way too much! Now that it’s finally arrived it needs to be broken in, of course. So the little slut gets to be chained up while I use it’s back to help work out some of the stiffness in my new leather instrument. It will get down on the floor later and grovel its gratitude for receiving permission to purchase the whip and for the honor of being my whipping boy for the evening. See what I mean about spoiling them? Sluts!

Oh, did you really think it was going to be easy to get that slave tongue near my gorgeous black patent crystal and spike accented super strappy Louboutin Isolde platform pumps? As you little shoe-bois already know I absolutely adore high end high fetish high heeled shoes and boots. These beauties, however, go way beyond mere adoration and give new meaning to the concept of shoe worship. So what's a little suffering at the end of my single tail mean when you might just be rewarded with a few licks of my heels at the end? All of it is designed to please me. The way it's supposed to be, slut.

If this little boot-bitch has even a glimmer of hope of getting its dirt mop of a tongue close my gorgeous black leather six inch side zip knee boots, it had better learn to endure my sadistic whims. If only because I like to look at the crimson welt lines on its back flesh while its down there living its dream — to lick my footwear. It did a decent enough job at the end of my single tail I allowed it to lick, but not for long. It didn't do that well. Perhaps a night in the cage will refocus its efforts to really pleasing me next time.

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